There once was a lovely little girl, sweet by nature, beautiful to look at and a joy to be around. Lovely little Laura. An actual true blonde with deep blue eyes, peach skin - small as a child, growing into a gorgeous, petit teenager.
She became close friends with my own daughter and seemed to enjoy being at our house. I always believed in an open house, so that my children and their friends had a safe place to play, grow and learn. Kids gravitated to my house and I, in turn, felt like a second mother to many of them. Laura had a special place in my heart.
She would always offer to help with whatever chore I was attempting to do. As a single, working Mom of two...with a city job and a high mortgage...there was never enough time for chores. I know my daughter has a different view of her, but what Laura showed me would have made any mother proud to call this girl daughter.
At the time, and I wish to God that I had known then, she was a very troubled child. Her home life was abysmal, something no child should go through. For all that she seemed to try to reach out to me, she could never tell me the truth of her life. You know when you think back about paths taken and wonder if you should of done this instead of that? Even though she was being hurt, she was protecting others and would not let anyone in to help her.
When we moved down here, my husband had to be here by a certain date for the union and we still had not closed on our house up north. So, myself and the baby, stayed up north and my daughter and Laura helped pack up the van and drove down with my hubby to our house in Florida. Laura was terrific on the trip down, made sure Joe did not fall asleep. Lisa had gotten a terrible cold and was almost comatose the whole trip down.
That was the last time I saw Laura. Lovely Laura.
She went back up north, married someone, it didn't work out...she dropped out a bit, wouldn't return her friends phone calls. They lost touch, didn't even know where she was. During the years, I asked about her, only to be told they didn't know.
My daughter learned yesterday that she died...two years ago.
She had wound up in a commune in Arizona. Death is attributed to a bacteria infection that went directly to her heart.
My heart hurts.
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The fact that you remember her in such a fond light, is the evidence that while here, her soul was touching others the best way it knew how. With this entry, you have reicarnated the warmth she carried.
Amongst the things we take for granted is that "our children" will grow, blossom and lead wonderful and productive lives. We almost imagine a sense of immortality about them...only to learn, young and old, we all sail in same the boat.
Yesterday, a deputy from the Hollywood (FL) police dept. was shot shot in the head by a man he pulled over. He is clinging onto to life with the help of life support systems.
This Deputy, Maury Hernandez, played baseball with my son. He was a wonderful and polite young boy with a gorgeous smile and warm personality to go with it. His parents were as nice and as gracious as you would hope to meet.
In a second....eternity changes.
All we can do is hope and remember!
Peace and warmth.....Marc :)
The fact that you are remembering her in such a kind, wonderful, and loving way shows that she did make a positive impact while visiting here. As long as you remember her she isn't really gone. The coulda, shoulda, wouldas get us every time. {{hugs}}
Hello,
I'm so sorry about Laura. Your so sweet for remembering her in such a kind way. I'm sorry for your loss.
Huggers,
Gayla
I am so sorry... so sad...
be well,
Dawn
oh sandi..i am so sorry. my heart goes out to you and laura.
hugs, my friend.
Sandi that is so sad ~ Such a lovely girl ~ Ally x
oh so sad
Marti
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